Do you think that, perhaps, contentment is the true sign that you have finally, fully, grown up? Maybe?

Then again, I sometimes see myself as far, far from grown.

Still, here we are on a Friday night, and I am taking great pleasure in doing laundry. I just threw in a load, and I am reveling in the whir of the machine, doing the work that must be done, as I relax, and recharge, and write.

I used to be such an "out on Friday" girl. All through college, and even into early adult hood, it was like that 90's song...what was it?

"Just got paid, Friday night, party huntin', feelin' right."

Well, these days, even the weeks I do get paid, most of the money is already spent. And the only party I really am hunting for is at my home. The guest list is usually my family, and the dress code is strictly enforced, only comfy clothes allowed.

Surrounded by the the garlicky scents leftover from take out. Accompanied by the belly laughs of my husband, son, and daughter watching some ridiculous show on TV in the living room. There is contentment, there is love, and there is peace.

Don't get me wrong, there is a world to explore. There are places to go, people to see. But they'll be there tomorrow. For now, it is Friday, and I am home.

It is that simple...and yes, simple IS beautiful.